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Sara and Everest were walking along the edge of the Community, nearing her building at the end of the next day, when she caught sight of the message column out of the corner of her eye. She had felt uncomfortable around him all day, reminded by her evening with Bea of her real personality and what if felt like to truly relax.
“Have you ever sent a message with that?” she asked him.
Everest glanced over his shoulder at it, tucked among the plants. “No.”
“You don’t have anyone on the outside you want to message?”
He shrugged. “It wasn’t here when I got here,” he explained. “At first, they let us keep our phones, with basic cell plans. Texts only.”
Sara’s eyes went wide. “When did that change?”
“You want to know when, not why?”
She frowned, surprised at her own question. “I guess I
